Collette's skin was like lilies and roses.
When the dragoons were let loose on us they burnt her father's furniture, and beat him within an inch of his life.

They asked Collette if she would go to mass: she said, 'I will not.' They pulled her hair, beat her, pinched her, but she only said the more, 'I will not.' Then a dragoon said, 'This girl is too pert, her conceit must be lowered a little.' And he took a comb off her toilette, and drew it down her face two or three times, quite hard, till it was scratched and scored all over.

Conceive how the poor thing was cut up! She burst into tears, and said, 'Take me to a convent; I don't care where I go now, so that I am not seen.

I shall never be worth looking at again.'" "But what an unworthy motive for an unworthy act!" cried I.
"But only think how she was goaded to it!" said he.

"Women think so much of their looks.